Chapter 34
Episode 34
Poetry part 4 My heartfelt poem in remembrance of Chief Bear Hunter and His Village brutally destroyed at the Bear River Massacre
From the shadowed canyons where the wind whispers secrets, A tale unfolds, a sorrow etched in time. Chief Bear Hunter, his village, a tapestry of life, Now a ghost in the valley, a silent, mournful rhyme.
The Bear River Massacre, a scar upon the land, Where innocence was shattered, and hope turned to dust. His people, vibrant, their spirits fierce and grand, Met a brutal end, betrayed by misplaced trust.
The trappers' tread, a subtle, creeping tide, Had stirred unease, a ripple in the stream. But Bear Hunter, watchful, his people by his side, Dreamed of peace, not this blood-soaked, waking dream.
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